built with mantonium were banned because the results were so horrific the
military could find no place to even test them, nor are we willing to risk any
more soldiers in the attempt. Even a small amount in the wrong hands…”
He trailed off, but he didn’t need to finish.
Everyone in the room understood.
“Maybe we’re wrong.” The one female member said it in her clear
concise voice. She was also one of the youngest members, a brilliant
political analyst and successful politician. Leeta Vitol folded her hands on
the council table. “Where did you get this information, Governor Kartel?
You said you have evidence about the power station being designed with
intent to sabotage its use. All kinds of colony engineers have looked at it
from what I understand.”
He hesitated. If he told truth and was wrong about all of this, he could
be in serious trouble. However, to give credence to his theory it was
probably necessary to divulge his source. He finally said briefly, “Armada
himself.”
“I thought you said he was being detained in isolation on Rapt One.”
She looked at him with censorious scrutiny.
“He is.” Ran smiled, a humorless curve of his mouth. “It takes more
than being imprisoned to stop him, trust me.”
* * * *
Larik heard the sound, registered what it was, and sat up so fast his head
spun. Trey was already up, he saw, bare-chested, his dark hair tousled, a
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worried look on his face as he hovered by the door to the cleansing facility.
He lifted his hand and knocked lightly on the panel. “Aspen?”
She didn’t answer, probably because she couldn’t.
A second day in a row when she’d woken up vomiting.
Shit
, Larik thought, running a hand over his face, feeling a little sick
himself but with worry, not illness. The morning before both he and Trey
had refrained from saying much and by later in the day, it seemed to pass,
her color came back, and she ate her late meal with them as usual and
appeared normal. They had both been relieved when her daily scan came
back clean. No fever, no elevated vitals, and she had finally appeared to
relax, which told him she had been worried too.
Having it happen again was not a good sign. Not for someone who was
in quarantine in case they’d been infected. Not for someone who was not
going to be given any kind of medical care, or so they’d been told.
The sounds stopped, all was quiet from within the small cubicle, and it
was clear Trey wanted to go in and help her. But just as clear was they
hadn’t been invited to do so. Finally they heard water running, and a few
minutes later the door lifted.
She didn’t look just pale, she looked positively green.
Trey immediately lifted her in his arms, cradling her against his chest.
“You’re going back to bed.”
The lack of protest over his authoritative tone was not a good sign, and
she rested limply against him, her long silky hair falling over his arm like
spilled ink. He took her to the main bed, not her bunk, and laid her down as
if she might break, brushing a dark curl off her cheek. Larik saw his long
fingers tremble and felt exactly the same way.
Petrified.
Luckily, in moments she fell fast asleep again. In retrospect, she’d been
sleeping a lot lately, but they’d both attributed it to how they kept her in bed
quite a bit anyway, and there really was not much else to do.
In tacit agreement, they went into the main room. Trey didn’t hide his
worry, his good-looking face taut. “What are we going to do?”
“The governor said no medical care.” Larik felt helpless and didn’t like
it.
“You saw her, she’s sick, Armada.”
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“Get on that fucking communications system and pretend you’re the
governor and order a doctor for her.”
If it’s the virus, no one can help her.
Larik didn’t want to say it out loud,
but he’d spent hours going over the communiqués on what put them where
they were now, trying to understand every aspect of the situation. The virus
could be a replica of a rare earth strain, obliterated thousands of years ago,
and was incurable. Few survived it and there was no treatment. Trying to
stay calm and think, he said, “You and I both know any physician is going
to question being ordered into the quarantine holding area. There’s no way I
could pull it off. Then they’d know two things. I can access any information
I want, and that she’s ill. I sure as hell don’t want them to know the first,
and not sure about the second. What about the med kit?”
A muscle in Trey’s jaw flexed and his crystalline eyes glittered. “The
standard stuff is geared to injuries more than illness, that’s all.”
“Fuck.”
“Yeah, fuck.”
They just stood there looking at each other. Trey finally said it. “If
anything happens to her—”
“Don’t,” Larik interrupted savagely, not able to handle the idea of it.
That Aspen with her vibrant beauty, cool poise, and inner sensuality could
possibly die was inconceivable. Normally he could think pretty sensibly
under any circumstances, but the ability eluded him at the moment. He
struggled to collect his thoughts and order them in the usual way. “This isn’t
like the virus.”
“Serious attacks of vomiting. I thought you told me that.”
Think. Concentrate.
A mental inventory of the symptoms ran through his head. “Yes, true,
but she didn’t have a fever yesterday. No elevated white cells. Just the
vomiting. She felt fine later, not worse.” The more he thought about it
logically, the better he felt. “No muscle weakness, no joint pain. With the
virus, by the time the first symptoms appear, it’s supposed to progress
rapidly. If she threw up yesterday morning, she should be dead by now.”
That sent Trey straight into the sleeping quarters at a run, but he
returned a moment later. “Damn it, don’t do that to me again or I will kick
your ass. She’s just sleeping.”
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Sleeping. A little sickness in the morning that passed. Not to mention
the out of character sexual eagerness from the very beginning that neither of
them had argued with one bit…a warning bell went off in his mind.
Larik suddenly felt a little weak in the knees and sank down into a chair
at the table. He sat there and shoved his fingers through his hair, not sure if
he wanted to laugh out loud in relief, or faint dead away. “It…well…could
be something else.”
Trey stared at him. “Like what?”
“I suppose she could be pregnant.”
The stupefied look on his friend’s face did extract a small laugh, but the
more Larik thought about it, the more the symptoms fit.
Trey shook his head. “Like all female military personnel, she has a
chip.”
True, all females on assigned duty had a microchip implanted to keep
their hormone levels such so they didn’t have the inconvenience of
menstruation. When and if they wanted to breed, they simply had it
reprogrammed and almost immediately ovulated. It all made sense, Larik
realized. Her unusual sex drive and their heightened desire for her could all
be because she was in a breeding cycle. Despite all the evolution and genetic
engineering, they were still basically animals in the sense males knew
instinctively when a breeding female was available.
“Chips fail.” He frowned. “But more likely, I’d guess, the constant
medical scans could disengage it, switch it over. I believe most females have
theirs checked after each exam. Here, she’s having a scan every single day.
I’m going to bet from that first one, she was set to be impregnated.”
“Oh, hell.” Trey sat down also as if his legs gave way. “Okay, that’s an
interesting complication to an already unusual mission. I didn’t count on
being a father when all was said and done.”
“Could be mine.” Larik cocked a brow.
“Maybe.” Trey didn’t blink an eye. “Either way, we’ll work it out.”
“I hope she isn’t too upset by this. Military female personnel are
required to take extended leave once they breed. The timing in her career is
probably not the best.”
“Yeah, good point. This is our fault essentially, not that we intended it
to happen. I’m just relieved she isn’t actually sick.”
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They obviously both were. Enough that the responsibility of child was a
serious one, having Aspen be truly ill was a devastating possibility that had
them both in full panic. Larik said slowly, “I’m hoping Kartel will come
through and get us out of this, especially now. I want her off this planet and
back on Minoa for the pregnancy. I don’t like whatever is going on here.”
“Any more interesting notes from Ravenot to that address you can’t
trace?”
Larik grinned and leaned back, folding his arms across his chest. “Who
said I couldn’t trace it?”
Trey lifted his dark brows a little. “You did, just yesterday. I take it that
was what you were up half the night doing? I could hear you muttering
away to yourself. All right, genius boy, who is the chief engineer on Rapt
One sending cryptic messages to anyway?”
He sobered. “It’s coded, not given a user name. That’s the problem. I
looked at first for something that wasn’t there. The address is either pirated
or stolen and reconfigured. But I can give a location when I mole back in
and send my next communication to Kartel. I’m not there yet, but that’s only
because I can’t risk staying in the system for too long.”
“You’re convinced Ravenot is involved?”
“I can’t see how he wouldn’t be. Someone built in that master switch
and he oversaw every aspect of the construction of the station. If he doesn’t
know it’s there, that means he’s negligent and an idiot, and I doubt he’s
either. Rapt One is a prosperous colony and I’d be surprised if he could get
promoted to such a prestigious position if he didn’t know his job. Besides,
he had to be the one to send the set of plans without the switch to both
Aspen and I when we were first consulted to check on the trouble.
Everything looked fine, which is why I decided to come and take a physical
look at the plant. No, he’s guilty as shit.”
Trey rubbed his jaw, his eyes narrowed. “That means you have a built-in
enemy.”
That had already occurred to him more than once. Larik muttered,
“Yeah, I know. What’s worse, it means there someone else out there too
who has a vested interest in keeping us confined as long as possible. One
person does not sabotage a major power station for no good reason, and I
doubt somehow he’d do it on his own. Besides, someone sent those infected
visitors here to start this whole lockdown from the outside. I checked his
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personnel records and he hasn’t left here in nearly a year for any reason.
Besides, how does a colony engineer get his hands on a deadly earth strain
of a disease that was wiped from the planet a hell of a long time ago?”
“We’re talking treason here,” Trey said with a grim note to his tone.
“No recourse and no appeal if you’re convicted, a three day grace period
before execution. The switch being there alone might not convince the
Council he plotted against the colony government, but the deliberate
exposure of citizens to a virulent virus is one hell of an argument for his
guilt.”
“He’s got a lot to lose the day we walk out of here.” Larik had come to
that conclusion the minute he spotted the circuit.
“Considering there have already been casualties—which means he and
his conspirators are willing to kill—that makes stepping out that door pretty
damned dangerous.” Trey pointed at the barrier designed to keep them
immune from their suspicious hosts. “If it were just the two of us, I wouldn’t
care so much. But Aspen is a different story. We have to protect her
somehow.”
He privately agreed. “She isn’t going to want to be coddled, Trey. She’s
a military officer. If it comes down to it, she’s probably the most in charge
here.”
“I’m in a different division entirely. I’m not under her command.”
The restive words were easy to interpret. Larik said dryly, “Like hell
you aren’t, and I’m not talking about rank or protocol here.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” His friend shot him an irritated look.
“It means I think you’re in love with her. I’m damned afraid I am too, so
I know the signs.”
The resulting silence hung like a fading star, quiet and poignant. Finally
Trey muttered, “You could be right. I don’t know. I’ve never been
possessive of a female before, but I suppose I do feel that way. It’s hard to
tell. We’re stuck here all together. If we weren’t, would it be different?”
Since the inner struggle was one he had also, Larik could sympathize,
but the truth seemed pretty plain. “I was there when you met her the first
time as we boarded the transport. Sorry, but the look on your face told me
quite a lot.”
“That’s lust. I’m not going to deny it. I wanted to fuck her, but who
wouldn’t? Any breathing male would.”